Right before your eyes.
I just had to ask. Now the truth's out and I can't do anything about it. Maybe ignorance is bliss. If I didn't have the urge to ask, perhaps I'll still think that I stood a chance. But now, it's all too late. It sucks to know the things coming from you. It sucks to know that you've lost the war even before it started. The hill's too steep for me to fight in. I guess there's nothing left to say, since everything's been said and done already. It's not right for these feelings to last. I guess the only thing that I've done right is that I didn't confess my feelings for you. At least I'll be spared from the awkwardness whenever I try to talk to you.
My friends. They were right. We could still be friends. It's better to kill these feelings now before they become in too deep.
Picked all my weeds and kept the flowers.
